Clad in black leather jerkin and gray robes, Voskul pulled his hood lower and endeavored to fade into the background of the bustling Baldur's Gate marketplace. The archer had not been waiting long, but he was anxious, wondering if his contact would appear. He speculated whether that misshapen Grum was enjoying a prank.

It did not take long to receive his answer.

The throngs parted slightly as the merchant liaison made her way through the crowd. She was far more lovely than the dwarf had led on. Small wonder the vendors set such low prices for her alone.

"You are the one called Moire?" The woman nodded and accepted his coin bag.

Voskul took a step back and admired the manner in which she conducted business. It seemed her negotiating skills matched her fair appearance. He was impressed.

With a glimmer in his eye, he accepted the parcel wrapped in deerskin leather. The elf smiled and vanished into the crowd with as much grace as she had arrived.

Moire was spotted delivering high quality items at the Wide in Baldur's Gate.

She also adds the note to her usual announcements which informs her (old) customers that the raffle rounds were over. No more tickets were handed out for purchases over 100 bags. Instead she promises small discounts to regular customers.